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thegnomelord · 4 months

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Shark Merperson reader is real gud.

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(HOLY FUCK. THANK YOU TO WHICH EVER ANON REQUESTED THAT BECAUSE I FUCKIN LOVE SHARKS.

Now Im thinking of a Price x Reader, because shars are the oldest species known to exist. Obviously sharks arent immortal, they've just been on this earth way b4 tress bloody existed.

So Im thinking the readers an eldritch creature, they represent sharks as a whole, as long sharks exsist they exsist. Heck they mights of even of been Prices mentor when he was in his draconic 100s? (Late 20s?).

Imagine Price missing his friend calls him up to see hows hes doing. Reader elated to meet an old friend, accepts the invitation to meets up with him. Reader definitely scolds him for lossing a wing, honestly is pertrified Price lost a piece of himself and thought he was retiring due to it. Cut ahort to him smacking him slap dab on the head when he learns he's lost it a long time ago and didnt tell him.

Cue wholesome interactions th 141 and etc. Heck maybe some romance with Price.

Just a blurb i had yo tell you abt)

Okay, this tickles my eldrich abomination trying to act human itch

CW:SFW, eldritch reader, kissing

Price knows you're there the second he steps onto the old wooden pier, able to smell seaweed and brine and something in the air — what he thinks the bottom of the ocean smells like, old rot of decaying whales and older heat of geothermal vents — the soft wind billowing his hair like the breathing of an elderly beast.

He knows you're watching him, passively at least, washed up mermaid purses dotting the beach to give you a glimpse of the world above the waves through the yolks vital for the pup's survival, able to dream of the warm sun and course sand while you slumber beneath the waves.

"Oi, ser, yer look like a wee lass waiting for her sailor." Soap's sharp voice cuts through the air, the werewolf far too energized for his own good, the sand in his fur not dampening his mood when he can just shake himself off and flick the grains on Simon.

"Hah," Price snorts, "Maybe I am." He tilts his head back to the sea, sharp eyes watching the breaking waves. "Time to wake up old friend." He mutters your mangled name under his breath, mortal lips and vocal cords unable to replicate your own voice.

The young ones in his team lack the sight needed to notice your form slowly rise from the sea like a submarine breaking through the ice, only the visible flicker of air and the receding water keying them in. Price old enough to see you without needing the inner surface of his skull to be dotted with eyes. Though even he sees your real form like a man having a stroke — vaguely familiar at first yet the details are undefinable — flesh and sea melding together without rhyme or reason, long strings of seaweed bearing miniature eyes with pups wriggling inside, cookie cutter sharks boring holes through finless corpses so long eel sharks may form ever reforming sinews, fossilized bone and old rock giving giving support to the massive insult to reality's laws; birth and life wrapped up in death.

You're an affront to logic. And with one sneeze from existence itself you're human standing in front of him.

Eerily human.

Perfectly human.

Almost.

"What the fuck?" He can faintly hear Gaz's voice, all of them only now noticing you stand where you weren't previously.

Your hand touches his back before he even registers you move, always slightly damp, "When did this happen?" You ask as you trace the spot where his wing used to be. "What did this?"

"And a 'hello' to you too sweetheart." He clasps a hand around your waist, purring softly in greeting as he pulls you closer to his chest. Even if he sees you once every few centuries, even if you don't possess the ability to reciprocate, his love for you is as youthful as it was when he was but a wyrm.

Your facial features remain neutral like the ones of sunken statues, but you blink, and for a few seconds he can see that yawning abyss in your eyes. "Hi." You say, your hand still tracing the bump created by atrophied flight muscles, trying to judge how fresh it is. "Explain."

Your tone sounds like a predator baring it's teeth, but he knows you wouldn't harm him. "In a lil' bit." He snorts, puts pressure on your back until he forces your legs to move. "Come, want you to meet my boys."

The introductions are odd on both ends considering you hadn't spoken with people other than Price since that Icarus of a passenger ship mistook your fin for an iceberg and they've never met an old one like you. But you like them, they compliment Price just like the small scale he gave you makes the pearls and gold offered to you through the ages shine more.

Even if your face is unreadable, somehow they can figure out you're not too amused when you hear he'd lost his wing during a mission. "I told you arrogance would cost you." You at least you can mimic a sigh as you rub your head, "At least you retired." You say,

"We wish!" Soap snorts before he can help it, and the next thing they hear is a horrific crack that has them jumping out of their skin.

Your head had whipped 180 degrees with the rest of your body remained in place, the laws of nature nothing more but blurry guidelines. "You. . .did retire?" You ask, voice like the roar of a whirlpool.

"About that," Price starts, unable to finish his thought as you slap him upside the head as if he's still the whelp who thought he could brave an ocean storm.

"You'll put me in the grave." You growl, holding him by the ear, words spilling from your mouth like seawater filling the empty bowels of a ship. "I swear your scaly hide hasn't learned a single thing-"

"Should we help?" Gaz wonders as they watch you chastise their captain like he's a boy.

"No, this is great entertainment." Ghost chuckles.

"Want me ta grab the popcorn?" Johnny ads, already snacking, tail thumping against Simon's leg and growling playfully when Gaz reaches for the snacks.

Eventually your anger relents, mood changing as swiftly as the tide. You spend the time they have left learning about the men he's chosen as his hoard. Kyle's a bit weary of you just due to his harpy nature, but soon enough you two can be found sitting on the pier and fishing, and if you purposely make the waves flow so a big fish snags on Kyle's line, Price never says anything about it, not when his boy has a smile as big as the sun when he looks at the gigantic fish flopping on his hook.

You attempting to help Soap cook the barbeque, but you're fine motor skills are rusty after all these years of slumber, so the food is slightly burnt but Price loves when his food's basically charcoal and eats it with a smile, especially as it keeps you from telling all the embarrassing stories you have of him, from when he got his ass bit by a squid to when he was so horny he ended up rutting against an extra curvy piece of rock, though the rest have already heard enough dirt to bury him for the next several decades.

Unfortunately for Price, you and Ghost hit it off like a house on fire, and Ghost ends up learning far too many ways to hurt people without killing them that most definitely are against the Geneva conventions but you pull seniority on it. Simon in turn, teaches you how to play cards, which, when you're literally a god that can see almost everything including your opponent's cards, means the shmucks Simon ropes into playing you and Simon end up with empty pockets.

As the sun stars to dip behind the horizon you wind up sitting next to Price by the fire, the others splashing in the water.

You feel his wing spread behind your back to pull you closer to him, "I missed this." He says, knowing you won't comment on the 'I missed you' hidden behind his vellum words.

"Last time we met like this Napoleon was still emperor." You hum, a small yawn escaping you, sharp tips of shark teeth peeking from human gums. "And you had two wings." You can't help but point out, making it clear you've not forgiven him about not informing you.

Price pointedly ignores your later comment, his hand tentatively, almost shyly, reaching down to sit on top of yours. "Afraid I'll forget about you?"

His pulse picks up when you shift your hand to hold his, fingers lacing together when you don't have a tail as a human. "You wait for me." You shrug, holding your free arm up, reality wheezing for a few moments before his scale is suddenly in your hand, shiny and unharmed just as it was when he'd given it to you all those years ago. "And I dream of you."

His eyes widen and heart melts, a purr rumbling in his chest "C'mere sweetheart," He rumbles and pulls you into a kiss, free hand holding your chin stable.

You taste of salt and blood, of chilling cold and boiling heat, of something ancient and familiar and Price drinks it all down like a babe, tongue licking in your mouth and fangs nibbling on your lip, feeling you respond, the touch of hungering god as soft as silk, just to him.

But he knows this won't last.

A shark has no reason to stay on land, and a dragon can't survive underwater regardless of how much he wants. Soon you'll return to slumber, and Price won't know when he'll see you again, if he'll see you again, or if you'll learn of his passing when your waves swallow up his ashes.

He doesn't notice the prickling in his eyes but you do, wiping a stray tear with the pad of your thumb, your other hand still wrapped around his. "Don't worry John," You say, statue features finally cracking into a small smile, "I'll stay for a little while." You say and lead him into another kiss, the other members of TF141 leaving you two to catch up on lost time...

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #🦈anon #trinkets from the hoard #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #eldritch reader #monster 141 au #monster cod au #cod monster au

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saucywendeee · 1 year

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👻🧼 - Fantasy AU Dark Mage/Prince

#always gotta add fantasy to my ships ;)))#ghost is a dark mage that is also an eldritch being #soap is an adventurous prince #ghost saves soap by accident but soap persists that ghost becomes his personal knight #it wouldn't have to do with the fact that soap felt love at first sight or anything like that no no no #ghost may or may not have to be his personal knight because the knight commander price who he's loyal to told him to #and since knight commander price is in charge of protecting the royal family he may have heard prince soap constantly raving about someone #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #john soap mactavish #John Mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #MW2 #mw2 soap #cod #cod mw2 #fantasy au #fanart #my art #fantasy #digital art #art #digital illustration #illustration

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eldritcmor · 1 year

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IDEA!! You know how in most legends and myths involving dragons there’s often a hoard the dragon is protecting? What if the 141 was the hoard of someone (or something) not entirely human. They masquerade as a human and fight alongside the 141 but they’re insanely protective of them and have dragon like abilities. Heat and smoke never seem to bother them. Sometimes the 141 can see the shimmer of scales out of the corner of their eye but when they turn to check it out all they see is their “human” teammate. Maybe they have reptile like tendencies and prefer to have meals alone because they’re “insecure” about their eating habits (they’re actually eating nonhuman food like raw meat or something). Idk, I just really like the idea of the 141 being oblivious to a monster in their midst. Also I really REALLY like dragons

Gaz looked up as the sharp screech of twisting metal met his ears. The guard at his door poked his head out to see what was happening only to jerk and slump, a rather large piece of rebar right between his eyes. Gaz did not want to meet whatever the fuck did that and so scooted the chair he was tied to as far back into the shadows as he could. He tried to keep his breathing even but as the steady clomp of boots on metal grew closer, he couldn't cut it. A hand curled around the door frame and for a second, Gaz would forever swear he saw gleaming copper claws. He blinked and suddenly you were in front of him. Kneeling low as you confidently cut through the rope around his ankles.

"Breathe Sergeant. I got you." Gaz practically melted at the familiar rumble of your voice. He let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding as you moved to the bindings on his chest. Then he was confused.

"It's good to see you lieutenant, but how did you get here?"

You hummed as you finished cutting through his bindings and hauled Gaz to his feet. While there wasn't really any major damage that you could see, you still didn't like finding him like this.

"I called in a favor from an old friend. For all intents and purposes, this was never sanctioned. Now before you go thinking too hard, the others did try to come as well. Unfortunately, they got placed under the equivalent of house arrest by Shepherd. Now come on, our ride is waiting."

Gaz rolled the information over in his mind as you led him through the little facility. Everywhere he looked was some form of evidence of a fight. It looked like something had absolutely ripped through their defences.

Ghost startled as he entered the little kitchen of their current base. It was incredibly late at night and he hadn't expected anyone to be awake. You were sitting on the counter, ripped open package of red meat in one hand and a piece of meat midway to your mouth. Ghost raised an eyebrow and you slowly lowered the little chunk back into the tray.

"is this why you never eat with us?" Your fellow lieutenant asked as he grabbed a mug from one of the cupboards. You have a little noncommittal shrug as you set aside your dinner. Ghost popped the mug into the microwave and pulled out a few teabags.

"No need to stop on my account, lieutenant." The microwave beeped and ghost retrieved his mug before plopping the teabags in and promptly exiting the kitchen.

Soap raised an eyebrow as you stripped off your jacket and bundled it into your pack. The team was visiting Farah and the desert heat was harsh on all of them. Even Price had taken refuge under the nearest shade cloth. You however just seemed to be perfectly fine in the heat. He thought the heat was finally getting to you. That is until you climbed up on huge flat rock, laid in direct sunlight and promptly fell asleep. You were fucking basking while the rest of the team was baking in the sun. Soap stomped over, sun be damned, and climbed right up beside you. He purposely blocked the sun as he kneeled next to you and raised his hand to slap down in the dead center of your back. That is until your hand shot out and easily caught his wrist. You two briefly wrestled for a minute or two before soap yelped as you scooped him up over your shoulder and carried his ass back over to the others. Farah laughed as you deposited Soap right at Price's feet. A simple no left your mouth in a sort of grumbling growl as you went back to your rock. Soap pouted in the shade but didn't move to try again, as Price handed him a canteen of water.

Price watched from the door as you wrestled against Ghost, with Soap and Gaz sitting on the side. You two were dirty fucking fighters. Anytime Ghost flipped you on your back, you'd yank him by his mask or shirt to the side. Anytime you'd flip him on his back, he'd take his nails down any piece of exposed flesh in order to get you to rear back and topple. Price thought it was like watching two feral ass badgers fighting. He decided to intervene when Ghost pinned you and his fingers were just a hair too close to your mouth. Your fangs were on display.

"That's enough boys!" He watched in amusement as You and Ghost scrambled to your feet. "Go clean up, all of you. We got a briefing in twenty. Except you, Drake. I need to talk to you." The rest of the squad exited the training room. Price could practically feel the gossip spinning in their heads.

Price turned to you once the team was down the hall and out of earshot. "We need to talk about that little trip you took."

You tilted your head to the side in confusion. "Little trip, sir?"

"The one you took while the rest of us were under house arrest. The one where you somehow returned with the single missing member of this task force."

You simply hummed, a noncommittal sound, as you tapped your wrist. Price shook his head at your silent question. "Ah my most recent leave. What's the issue?"

Price sighed. "Unfortunately, the higher up want to know how Gaz returned." Price grabbed your shoulder and pulleed you down to his height. "You were not involved in anyway, clear?"

You groaned as the grip on your shoulder tightened. "Loud and clear, sir."

"Good man, now get. I'm sure the others are wondering what kind of ass chewing you just got." Price watched as you walked out the room, defeat lining your shoulders. Good, no need to trouble anyone else with your little rescue mission. Price glanced down at his hand. He hadn't meant to grab you that hard but he had to get the point across. There was a red lined imprint of scales in the center of his palm.

#call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #eld writes #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #141 x reader #simon ghost riley #taskforce 141 #captain john price #eldritch reader #monster reader #dragon reader

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femoso-seben · 3 months

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Monster fic:

Human Shaped Monsters

Blood bathed the soil. It spans decades, and at this point, there is no way either side could turn back, and strike a deal for peace. The humans who have been enslaved and the monsters who were belittled and forced into segregation for centuries.

Blood soil the hands of both leading sides, eyes shrouded by hatred and rage. This was a war to end either species… and the humans were losing.

Two decades before the start of this war there was a faction of monsters pushing for equal rights and humans siding with them. Not even that solidarity could bring both sides together. It started with peace and ended in the blood of an innocent.

The human resistance was shrinking and the leading factions began to divide a plan. A last-ditch for freedom.

Rabies.

It was a slow race, the first to be infected were the werewolves and other beastmen. It was a long wave of modification by a small group of scientists. They made sure it could jump to every other monster, the only free of it were, mermaids, gargoyles, and shadow beings.

They made it with no cure.

It was an overnight success. Their militaries begin to fall into smithereens. One by one they had to kill their own forces and burn their corpses. New fear spread across the monsters.

The humans leaked the information.

The fear of humans was raised again.

Switzerland was the only country that allowed humans and Monsters to live together, of course, there were some apartheid laws but in all of was far better than other countries where they were actual slaves, broodmares, pets, and cattle.

It was a painful year for the Monsters before they decided to come to a ceasefire with the remnant of free humanity.

They meet up in neutral territory, Switzerland.

Laswell’s wing folds flatly against her back as she looks over to see her escort, Task Force 141, and shadow company’s Graves. “Are you sure about this?” Price was in his wings folding.

“I don’t like making concessions to them but if they have a cure—“

“I doubt it,” Soap snears, “knowing that vermin they were trying to kill us off.” He grips the door his long nails scrapping the metal door, his tail swishing angrily.

“Kate Laswell,” a feminine voice calls out, they all turn to see a young human woman standing there flanking her side is a monster in tactical gear. Laswell walked forward and they followed after them.

“Are you part of the delegation?” Laswell asks. The human looks up.

“Well, I’m part of the… welcoming committee, we in Switzerland don’t want war.” The human smiles her dark auburn hair was pull back into a low ponytail.

“A bunch of cowards and weaklings,” Soap smears. The soap didn’t always hate humans, he grew to hate them. In his youth, he was to stay in love with one until another human took her. He watched as they destroyed the world, their corruption throwing the world into a near-constant war.

He hated them.

“What would Santana think?” The human girl asks, Soap found himself sneering at the human woman for being up his old love.

“She’s not here because of you-“

“That was far before my time.”

“You’re young,” Gaz notes.

“Well, this country is made up of refugees, our parents fought to be free.” The human said side eyeing the Harpy.

Gaz didn’t like humans, he had no fold memory of that human or that human in his mind where they showed their famed humanity. He has only seen their bigotry. His home was napalmed by war. He hated humans too.

“Why aren’t we needing at the capital?” Graves asks looking around. The sun was setting and he could see the beautiful landscape of Switzerland’s countryside.

“Too many people live there, too many anxieties. Here if war breaks out not so many people be hurt.” Soap snorts but looks around the air is smooth and clean, far less dusty than the battlefield.

“Mother Maia,” the human woman calls out. There in the setting Sun of a large building, what used to look like a big retail store was a woman taking down hung sheets.

“As Jezebel,” the woman’s sweet voice calls out. “Are these the monster’s delegates?”

“Yup,” the group stops in front of this strange woman. She was in all black, with no skin showing beside her hands. She didn’t look Muslim just… like a Victorian woman in mourning. It was nostalgic for Graves he couldn’t stop smiling, her dark veil covering her hair and face. “How are the kids?”

“It’s dinner, you know how the little werewolves get, so territorial. Then the gargoyles want to sit at the top. The dragons are trying to hord people.”

“Is Michael sweet-talking people for food again?”

“Of course, you can’t stop young sirens from praying on others, especially on crawfish night.”

“Crawfish? Damn now I’m hungry-“

“We’ll take your group to the meeting point and if you get their fast enough and back we might still have some leftovers.” The woman in black tease.

“C’mon, let’s hurry,” Jezebel said rushing the group of monsters.

“What is that place?” Ghost asks. There were monsters there? And a human talking so nonchalantly about them too.

“That’s an orphanage, government sponsored, that’s the head director, Mother Maia.”

“Is she a nun?” Soap asks. Jezebel cackles and turn to him.

“Nope she’s a former Sniper, before retiring only a few weeks ago.” A cold chill run down tje monster’s bodies.

“What was her name?”

“Something like the pale death.” The monster stopped walking Soap nearly ran back to that woman to kill her.

“Relax Johnny it’s a bad idea to kill her here.” Ghost said resting his stone hands on his friend’s shoulder. Soap bared his fangs but let his shoulder sag.

“That bitch has killed dozen of our men-”

“Hey,” Jezebel said, “you better be careful this is her boyfriend right here,” Jezebel pointed to the armed monster next to him. He was a humanoid monster, maybe a wraith… that would make sense at night he was the most powerful.

“Traitor,” Gaz glared at the shorter male who had a strange antenna coming from his helmet.

“C’mon, let’s keep going I’m missing out on delisting crawfish!” Jezebel practically jogged to the meeting point.

“Look at her, so carefree. Humans truly disgust me.” Soap whispers to Gaz who flew slightly above him.

“I know mate, they only care for themselves, and discriminate against those that differ from them.” The moment they got to the meeting Jezebel took off.

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“Mother Maia?” The woman in black looks up and walks up to the group of monster. Walking into the giant old building. The inside was converted into a home.

“Yes?” She asks.

“They wanted to see the orphanage a little more,” assistant Andres said, his wolf tail swinging side to side.

“Of course come in—”

“That killer in in charge of our kind?” Soap sneers, walking up to her. His eyes widened she was quite tall for a human, 6ft.

A set of low growls ooze out from the back as a small group of five teenage boys stalked in, they were young Werewolf pups. They got in between her and him.

“Who the fuck are you pendejo?” One asks his accented English rolls off his tongue.

“She killed our kind—”

“You killed your kind! My parents were killed by cunts like you,” the Australian boy shouts.

Soap glared at the young boys in front of him. They were young, stupid, and weak. A few had missing eyes, and arms, and one missing a leg. In the order of monsters, they should be dead.

“Enough!” Mother Maia snaps loudly, pulling the young alpha back. She leans down. In a low tone, she said, “Go protect the other orphanage.” Soap frown, another orphanage? The young back sneered at him one last time and stalked off.

“Have some grace, most of them were maimed by the monster’s militia when their parents tried to flee. Most of their parents were either murdered in front of them or eaten.” A chill ran down 141’s back.

“Mate—”

“Of course, we have some monsters affected by humans, but humans wouldn’t let a single monster live. These survivors or victims of you.” Mother Maia said setting the basket closed down.

“So, pale death-“ Graves walk over a smirk on his face.

“Killed anyone of them?”

“They are my children, don’t you know? Human pack bond with anyone.” She said in the same flirty tone as Graves. She clears her throat and looks at the greater whole, “where would you like to begin?”

“What type of monsters do you have?” Gaz asks looking around, he can smell a plethora of monsters, even prey monsters.

“We have beast men, harpies, mermaids, fairies, shark born, dragons, gargoyles, vampires-“ a group of bats came flying in and transformed small little kids running up to Mother Maia.

“We’re hungry.”

“Go to the kitchen.”

“How do you feed them?” Graves asks, there was about six of them the oldest no older than twelve.

“Donation of course, this country knows blood from monsters and humans are welcome. Of course, we have animals.” Graves subconsciously nods. “We have a few turned, they don’t want human blood.”

“We also have pray hybrids.”

“To feed-“

“No.” Mother Maia cuts off Price.

“Come I’ll show you the barn,” Mother Maia turned and led the group. There in the back was a large barn, it smelled like a barn.

“Lenard,” Mother Maia calls out, a figure jumps down and a young gargoyle appears, “we’re bringing in some guess, go tell Jin.”

“Jin isn’t gonna like this… not these unknown predators in his camp.”

“I know but go tell him,” The gargoyle nods and flies off.

Mother Maia turns to them, the veil is getting annoying, and the strange clinking sound as she walks. “Don’t eat anyone of them, I’ll kill you.” Her tone turns from sweet and welcoming to cold and cruel.

She opens the barn.

Screams erupt.

There was many cattle hybrids. Sheep, goats, alpacas, llamas, cows, and even some deer. They all backed up and only one thing approached a small girl screaming.

“Yumna-“

“Get out!” She shouts. She was a stout girl? And from the marking of her fur, honey badger.

“Do they have to be here?” A new voice asks in the arms of Lenard was a boy, Jin. The horns said it all along with the one wing, dragon. This was his hord.

“Quit,” Mother Maia said, silencing the barn.

“As you can see we have farmed more prey species since they don’t want to be killed or eaten. We’re leaving now,” she pushed everyone out and close the barn after Lenard who climb back onto his perch.

“So…” Price smiles blowing out his cigar smoke, “that’s his castle and hord?”

“Indeed.”

They begin to walk far into the fields small predictor hybrids poke their heads up and watch them leave before going back to playing. They walked for a few miles to the ledge of a cliff down below the ocean.

“We don’t have any big trees, so most of the Harpies live on the cliffs in huts, down below in our seaways are Merfolks and shark borns. Of course, as you see another gargoyle and in the water an eastern dragon born.” Gaz eyes widen seeing the little harpies flying around. It reminded him of home.

“Priscilla,” Mother Maia calls out, a young woman in her early Twenties or late teens walked up. Gaz thought she was human at first until he noticed her feet. She was a wingless harpy. Gaz felt feather’s raising anger boiling under his skin. She inched her way closer Gorgyle behind her.

“Since Harpies are communal and the boldest of the youth train the harpies to fly, but since Priscilla had her wings ripped off most of the young harpies don’t fly.” Mother Maia said.

“We can!” One shout, from the cliffs their small heads and raptor eyes glued on them. “We just… don’t want to.” The little boy said shyly.

“And in the small brush forest we have the smaller pray species and a pack of werewolves.”

“A pack?” Soap asks, “there’s more than one?” Mother Maia nods.

“We have five they like doing mock battles to see who gets five feet of territory into another’s back, it’s all friendly games they come together to defend this area when needed.” Soap couldn’t help but smile, maybe if he was younger this would be a great place to create a pack.

“I can teach them how to fly,” Gaz said mindlessly staring at the cliff where there were probably over 20 harpies. All the young children and the oldest were younger than him, they wouldn’t survive if they couldn’t fly.

“Really?” Priscilla said her shoulder feathers raising in excitement.

“We’re staying here a few days.” They two turn to another Maia for an answer.

“You have to ask Baihu.” Pricilla cringed and sighed, “As the most senior member of this community and the oldest, it’s your duty.” Pricilla nods.

“Alright let’s go asks him, c’mon.” She begins to walk to the cliff Gaz following suit.

“Isn’t it a little cruel to have a human looking after a monster?” Soap ask.

“Not at all my counterpart is a monster taking care of humans, his hord.”

“This seems too perfect.”

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Word count: 2.2K Would you be interested in this being a full fic?

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Part 2

#141 #call of duty #simon ghost riley #captain price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod #oc #cod monster au #cod x reader #monster 141 au #monster #eldritch #fic ideas

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ccryptidccreek · 19 days

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I was reading ao3 like the degenerate I am, until my phone glitched, and left me with this.

I kinda dig it ngl

#cod #call of duty #john price #captain price #cod price #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #eldritch horror Price anyone?

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Me while staring at my screen: What if… what if Soap was a little bit fucked up in the head? How fucked up? Idk the sky’s the limit

#I’m Not Simon Riley I’m Ghost #john soap mactavish #call of duty #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #eldritch simon ghost riley #eldritch monster simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #modern warfare ii

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dhampiravidi · 11 months

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venom!soapghost (symbiote!AU)

ok maybe it's bc I have @mike-like-t-scream's fic "I'm Not Simon Riley, I'm Ghost" in the back of my mind, but...Venom!Ghost. The symbiote being the real reason why he keeps people at arm's length. & then when Soap starts being all friendly, then flirty, Ghost is losing his fucking mind bc Venom keeps asking if they can lick the man. After maybe the 4739th time, Ghost realizes that Venom's asking about licking in a sexy way, not a "I want to nom nom him" way.

Conversely...Venom!Soap. No one notices bc Soap still acts like himself. The explosions are far away, so Venom doesn't have to hide from the fire/heat/sound. The two of them love scarfing down chocolate*, planning pranks & occasionally ogling a certain Lieutenant's booty. Soap's even drawn Venom. But then there's that day where some (poor?) soul has got Ghost in a deadly hand-to-hand fight & Venom takes over, leaving pretty much nothing of the enemy. Oh, well.

#warnings for eldritch horror & big gore if you read the fic #admin #cod mwii #soapghost #venom!ghost #venom!soap #symbiote au #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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g0ose-bumps · 6 months

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Eldritch Horror Soap

Human!Ghost thinking about Eldritch!Soap. Short drabble.

There's something strange about the sergeant. Something bizarre, something dangerous. Ghost can't pick out what it is exactly, but the thought niggles in his head like a loose tooth in an aching mouth.

Most days he ignores it, too distracted by other more pressing matters to truly examine the thought, but every once in awhile he catches a flash of something that prods at that blackened tooth of his.

Soap was normal. He was diligent. He was brave. He was everything Ghost had come to expect from a well liked sergeant who grinned too much and laughed a little harder than most. But that was expected from a man who was as explosive as his ordance. He was a fiery man who liked fiery things; it made sense.

It's the times where he doesn't say much–where he goes quiet–that has Ghost on the ready for that something to appear.

Ghost can't quite explain it; what it is, that makes him so uneasy. Soap was everything he could have wanted in a man under his command. He was ruthless but not grossly so. Highly competent. Easy to direct, but not to the point of obscenity. Not to where Ghost had to talk him personally through each action, for the sergeant followed him around gladly like an unleashed dog behind its master. A loosened collar round his neck while Ghost walked them through their objectives.

But. There was that something that ached and jabbed. It stabbed at Ghost's bleeding gums, exposing the raw bloody flesh with each new something he saw. So he decides one day, fed up with the situation, to collect the facts he knows and add up the extra pieces. See what he can make from it all and align the things he knows for certain.

He finds this:

Soap is his sergeant.

He likes Ghost and the rest of 141.

He has a fondness for explosives and favours his old L96 despite the old specs.

He likes to speak Scots when no one is listening.

People like Soap.

But also this:

Soap doesn't have a record Ghost can find despite all of his efforts.

There's a blank emptiness in Soap's eyes when he thinks no one is looking at him.

He likes to speak a language that isn't anything recognizable when no one is listening.

Soap looks at Ghost like he wants to devour him.

Sometimes his smiles have a little too much teeth to be right.

He vanishes to places Ghost can't track on his time off.

People tend to disappear around Soap.

He concludes:

There's something off about Soap. (definitely)

Soap most likely isn't human. (V. High +)

Soap might be eating people (debatable)

Soap might actually eat Ghost one day. (what way, Ghost can't tell)

Ghost isn't sure what to do about it. He hasn't seen anything he can bring to Price without his captain calling him paranoid. And besides, Price adored Soap. Everyone liked Soap.

Ghost wants to pull that wiggling tooth from his rotting gums, but some animal hindbrain tells him to stay his hand. He doesn't know what he'd find if he did. Would it be a clean relief from the constant pressure or would he find a puss leaking abscess instead? Ghost doesn't really want to know.

The pressure builds.

His mouth bleeds.

Ghost is afraid.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #ghost cod #cod drabble #my writing #horror #a surprising amount of teeth horror #eldritch horror

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earl-of-grey · 2 months

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Alastor headcanon:

I know it’s implied in the show that Alastor smells, and that we the fandom love to joke about him being a stinky boy and not showering. But honestly, I believe he smells not because he doesn’t bathe, but because that’s just one of his deer traits. He can take all the baths he wants, everyday, twice a day even, but he’ll still smell like wet deer. And it’s something he can’t get rid of. So I think he just accepts it, and fully embraces that stinky eldritch swampland creature persona.

#my boy just shrugs it off #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel headcanon #radio demon #stinky boy #deer boy #stinker #poor man smells like a petting zoo #baths #soap #do nothing #eldritch swampland creature of the night #good for him #not jealous #like at all

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thegnomelord · 5 months

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here for the prompt game! (Seriously such a neat idea)

I’m thinking 26 with Ghost and Soap and an inexperienced male reader (could be trans if you want) who’s got an eager golden retriever vibe about him even if he doesn’t know as much as the other two. Also maybe some fluff on the side about reader maybe biting off more than they can chew and getting overwhelmed and Ghost and Soap could comfort him? Thanks!

Sure thing anon! sorry it took so long, couldn't figure out what to write; I decided to do an eldritch reader since I haven't written it in a while and I think it works with this prompt :D. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Pulling them closer by the back of the neck

CW: NSFW, Sub Top Male Eldritch Reader, Dom Bottom Ghost, Sub Bottom Soap, oral, anal, nonhuman genitalia, tentacles, first times.

You don't know how this happened; Ghost and Soap(primarily Soap) had taken upon themselves to introduce you to alcohol, and despite the knowledge you couldn't get drunk or even consume it like they could, you still drank down what was given to you just to see amusement dancing in their eyes as they tried to match you.

Then Johnny had leaned in and by the time your eternal mind had finished buffering you were stuck between two warm bodies, Soap's hands greedily pushing beneath your shirt, his mouth like a blistering star against your own, tongue prying your lips open to push cold liquor into your mouth and running over your teeth as a way to remind you to swallow.

And for the first time in over a millennia you are. . .uncertain.

You'd watched these little creatures for so long you had been certain you could match them, arrogant creature that you are, for what is an ant to a god?

But the moment you felt their touch, before even time had been able to register it, you froze. You felt naked; you feel naked, stripped bare of cloth and human flesh, their warmth stabbing through inky abyss to your core, to all that you are and will be.

Johnny pulls back with a wicked grin and you're left breathing like a newborn, your skin bulging in unnatural ways as you shift beneath, unsure of what to do, what to think, your mind desperate to feel more yet weary of it.

You forget how observant they are despite how short their lives are, "You olright?" Simon asks, his broad chest flush with your back, both of them warm like collapsing stars compared to your corpse like temperature.

"Yeah lad," Johnny leans a bit back, "Yer lookin' a wee bit tense." His palms lay flush along your ribs and he can almost feel you writhing beneath— it takes every bit of your consciousness not to reach out, not to tear through the flimsy layer of stolen skin to feel him, not to wrap them in your body and never let go.

"I. . ." You push out a breath, the air near your mouth crackling with static. "I don't know." Your eyes focus on Johnny only to widen when you notice how his mohawk has puffed up like a blow-dried cat. "Ah-I'm sorry."

Johnny looks at you incredulously, not aware by his appearance, "Sorry for whot?" His brows furrowed, "Hey, wee dinnea have to do this if yer havin' second thoughts."

You feel Simon shift to your side, still close but not suffocatingly so, his rough fingers on the nape of your neck, blunt nails scratching your skin. "Talk to us."

"I. . .I didn't think it would be this hard." You admit, gnawing on your bottom lip; some things are native to both gods and mortals, anxiety included.

"That's what she said." Johnny suddenly pipes up. "I- ow!" You assume it's some type of poorly timed joke by the way Ghost swats him over the head, turning a deaf ear to Johnny's whining about it hurting.

"What's the matter lovie?" Ghost pulls your attention like a lighthouse in a vast ocean of darkness, "Did'yea think fockin' would be easy from being a peeping Tom?" You'd gotten a talking to plenty of times about having watched them fuck when they'd thought you were a cat.

You lower your head, unable to meet his eyes; funny how a fly can make you feel so small. "Yeah."

Johnny quirks a grin, "Need some guidance then?" You're confused until Johnny's hands move, blissfully warm fingers tickling along your ribs before lightly tugging on your nipple, and though logically you shouldn't feel much in your skin suit, it still has you rippling beneath your skin, a sharp breath leaving your lungs. "Need us tae show yae how ta snog?"

"Snog?" You ask, barely able to make your tone sound confused, or even human for that matter.

"Roll in the hay," Ghost joins him, much slower, paw like hand tracing down the curve of your spine, "mate," His hand dips down to your thigh, sliding up to your hip and not even you are oblivious enough to not see the implication. "have sex," Simon leans in to your ear, breath fanning your flesh. "Fuck."

A nonhuman sound escapes your throat, leaving their bones shaking, but you hardly notice as the promise of having them, of touching them like none of your kin have before, makes your head nod automatically.

"Use your words godling," Simon orders, and the second a 'yes' comes from your mouth Johnny's descending on you like a wolf, your teeth clacking together, tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth all over again, blunt nails scratching down your sides.

You kiss him back despite how uncoordinated you are, trying to retake the breath he's stealing from you, and the moment Johnny pulls back, panting, Simon is there. A firm hand on the back of your neck pulls you to meet Ghost's lips, rough and demanding, already so familiar that deaf and blind you'd be able to tell them apart.

You melt between them, between their lips and their touches, not even noticing how drops of liquid abyss pushes past your pores; fingers turning into claws to help disrobe them, eyes spreading across your body to see both of their reactions as you touch and feel, teeth elongating and filling all the corners of your mouth better mark them, tongue elongating and darkening to push as deep into Soap's tight heat as you can, each twist and turn of your monstrous tongue making Soap whine and pant and moan like a receptive mate, viscous saliva staining his shaking thighs and marking him as yours.

Your mind only returns when you feel Ghost's rough hand on your cock, what should be a normal human mating organ turned ridged and bumpy, squirming like an eel in his hand, your viscous precum leaving his skin tingling. "Fuck, I-" You jump, tongue still lodged deep in Johnny's ass, your voice ringing all around and gently shaking the ground.

"Easy there," Ghost shushes you like a frightened stallion, not even a bit unnerved by your current condition. The booze you'd all drank helps to make their minds more receptive to your existence, the horrific sight of bits of you pushing out of your human skin only tickling their skulls.

"Think he's stretched enough," Ghost strokes you a few more times, before a firm hand on your nape makes you pull your head back, slowly dragging your foot long tongue out despite how desperately Johnny's walls clench down on you— it has you salivating to have your mouth on him again.

"Ghost." You manage out, every bit of you shuddering from the look he gives you, by the way he tugs you closer by your cock until your tip's tickling Johnny's well lubed entrance.

"Fuck, look how desperate you've made him." Ghost's words make your eyes, all your eyes, focus on Johnny; pleasure makes your chest burn hot with how fucked out he looks, panting like he's in heat, drool running down his chin, eyes bleary and unfocused, whole body boneless and splayed out for you.

"Shite," Soap pants, barely able to catch your gaze, spreading his legs even wider for you, his hand roughly pawing at his own cock. "C'mon- fock- just please, let me- need you-"

"Go on godling," Ghost growls, trusting you to follow his orders so he takes his place by Johnny's head, his dick hard and red right in front of Johnny's lips. "Take 'im."

You don't dare refuse, pushing your hips forward, your writhing cock seeking out his hole, easily slipping inside. Immediately pleasure bangs on your skull, on your mind, like a hammer, distant stars cracking from how you groan, sinking inch after inch into him. Your shaft squirms inside, squirming, stretching, feeling every inch of his walls and when you slam inside that tight heat fully Johnny screams.

You stop all at once, the temperature in the room dropping, your nonexistent heart shredding itself at the thought of having hurt them— only to feel Johnny bucking his hips into yours, his arousal sticking to your tongue like honey.

"Aye, he's a slag," Simon laughs, guiding his tip to Soap's mouth and having him immediately latch on, plump lips wrapping tightly around Simon's large shaft and bobbing his head. "Yea can go rougher, he likes the pain."

Wearily, you snap your hips, your strength far surpassing theirs, almost doubling over at how he clenches around you like a vice and moans in such a sacrosanct way. Even with Ghost's cock half-way down his throat, Johnny tries to beg you to move, pretty tears in his eyes awakening something deep and hungry inside you.

Your flesh suit moves on it's own and you're unable to do anything else but follow and feel, burning every sound you tear from Johnny's occupied mouth into your eternal memory, each praise that falls from Ghost's lips as you hammer into the hot willing body beneath you making you edge closer and closer towards release, your claws leaving red bleeding lines where you grip his shaking legs to keep him stable.

You don't even notice when you lean down, the 'crack' of bone Johnny's only warming before the newly formed maw at your torso envelops his leaking cock. The taste of his precum, like sweetened communal wine, floods your senses, your tongue hanging out of your mind as you brainlessly hump into him, barely able to catalogue each little twitch of his legs when you pound him in just the right spot.

You cum incredibly fast, centuries later you'll be embarrassed at how poorly you lasted, but right now all your attention, all your focus, all you are, boils down to them— their scents, their low groans, their moans, the blissful heat of Johnny's walls clenching down on you as you slam your hips into his and cum, flooding his receptive body with your seed.

Johnny cums as quickly as you, shooting his cum into your awaiting mouth and into the darkness between stars where your true body resides, small little gurgles coming from him as he swallows down Simon's own release.

You collapse on top of him, your mind empty for the first time since your birth, carnal pleasure having reduced you to nothing but an animal. There are so many eyes all over your body yet not one of them can look at Ghost without his silhouette doubling in your vision, your body so sensitive that even a brush of his hand across your sweaty skin has you moaning softly.

"That's a good god," Ghost snorts, ruffling your sweaty hair. Then his fingers slide down, carefully avoiding poking the numerous eyes as he grips your chin, making you look at him. "D'yea think you can go again? This one is far from done." He hums, noting how Johnny's hip continues to twitch into yours despite how fucked out he is.

You don't know how much you have in you, but you're about to find out. . .

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 1 year

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My God

[A/n:yes this is based off of sucker for love, I love that game.]

Summary:Soap has a boyfriend...who's an eldritch god

Type:Scenario:Soap X Eldritch!M!Reader

Version:Mw2

⚠️Warning:contains some NSFW⚠️

Soap was sitting in his room looking through the book you gave him. You were sitting next to him, hunched over due to you being alot bigger than him in every way. Chuckling softly, you watched his face as he tried to pronunce the chant.

"You know Dear, you don't need to do this, you've already done it before"

He waved his hand at you.

"I got it"

You tilted your head, tentacles touching his arm, making him shiver in response. Looking up at you with puppy eyes. He wasn't asking for anything, he just wanted to pronounce this. Sighing you took the book from him, he trying to hard. Soap tried to take it back, reaching up with your leg for more height. You chuckled and pushed him down. He looked at you with wide eyes, he definitely wasn't prepared for that. Putting the book on his night stand you leaned over him while still sitting in the same spot.

"Dear..."

Soap blushed and smiled, the smile was alittle lopsided. Putting your head next to him you leaned down to the point you were mere inches from his face. Soap was giggling from being so flustered, especially at the tentacles running up his body. Groaning softly at tentacle unbuttoned his pants.

"You need a break, your trying to hard"

Sliding said tentacle into his boxers he let out a moan. But all things come to an end.

"Soap...What the fuck is that!?"

Quickly jumping up, Soap slightly pushed you down, tho you didn't move much. Now looking at Price, Soap gulped

"Um, it's ugh, damnit"

Looking at you worriedly, he didn't know what to do. Price just sighed causing Soap to look at him again.

"You know what, forget it. Just don't forget about the meeting that's soon"

Soap nodded. When Price closed the door Soap relaxed. Sighing, Soap looked at you nervously. You put a hand on Soaps hip.

"Maybe next time love."

[A/n:Man...this is alot shorter than expected. I hope you enjoyed]

#soap cod #cod soap #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod mw2 soap #call of duty mw2 #mw2 x male reader #mw2 x reader #eldritch #eldrich horror #eldritch god #eldritch god reader #eldritch god male reader

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eldritcmor · 1 year

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"THEY" eldritch reader.

Inspired by @meatonfork for their gen z! Reader and platonic! Reader series. Along with @antigonusyuki for confession booth

I have little experience with military assignment structure so lotta bullshit coming your way. All characters maybe a bit ooc cause I only have experience with them through the fandom.

There was a new recruit on base. Not with Captain Price's task force but they came under laswell and were to put it bluntly assigned to the base as more of a general help out. To fill in squads.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz was the first to encounter them. A late night walk to clear his head after a particularly grueling mission. At some point the noise in the night stopped just enough for silence to be deafening. Not even his own footfalls could be heard. He froze only for a hand to settle on his shoulder and push him forward. A hazy voice and instincts screamed at him to "keep moving." The rest is a blur of Pounding blood in his ears and blurred trees. He looked back when he made it to the treeline only to see a human standing perfectly still with the huge claws of something through their chest.

John "Soap" Mactsvish

Soap was the second to encounter them. He was training the recruits on the mats that day. Takedowns, holds, general ground and unarmed combat. Wrestling really. They kept to the middle of the pack. Nothing notable. Nothing exciting. Not until they stepped up to the mat themselves. He looked them in the eyes only which eye was it. He felt like every single wall in the room was staring him down. Not judging. Just watching, waiting. It wasn't a challenge and it made him angry. The sense of eyes at every angle lessened and they were on the ground pinned beneath him, but I didn't feel like a friendly spar. It felt like something let him win.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost encountered them late at night leaning against the rail of the roof. On the outside of it. Just lightly humming some soundless tune. Ghost approached slow but didn't tug at them. Just enough to be in reach in case they rocked forward. They glanced at his approach and eyes seem to prickle along his spine. They didn't speak to each other. They didn't need to. They were just two hunters taking a break.

John Price

Price is the last to encounter them. It's on a mission. A safe house had been compromised and task force 141 was on their way to evac. He watched as rubble shifted and out popped them. A chest riddled with bullets and ribcage quite squished. He watched as they ran towards evac. Ignoring as bullets dropped from their flesh and bones shifted back into place. He wanted to speak to laswell about them.

#call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #taskforce 141 #141 x reader #eldritch reader #Eld writes

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reds-skull · 4 months

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

I was finishing up a cranberry jam while writing the first paragraphs, so I gave Ghost some to eat as well lol

The pantry is well stocked, for how barren the safe house is. Ghost sighs as he moves another stack of canned corn. What wouldn’t he give to have some tea right about now.

He settles on a jar of what looks like strawberry jam and a few crackers as his breakfast, and takes his food to the unstable table in the center of the room.

Johnny still hasn’t woken up, Ghost bitterly notes while munching on the stale crackers. The fact his fingertips are still unlit only sinks the stone in his chest further down.

He switches focus to Rudy when the man stirs awake, blinking bleariness away and straightening in his chair. He notices Ghost after looking at where Soap is and confusingly searching the room.

Rudy yawns as he comes to sit next to the table, “you didn’t wake me up for lookout?”

Ghost swallows another piece of remarkably dry cracker, “looked like you needed it more than me.”

The Vaquero’s eyes soften a tad, and he silently watches Ghost continue eating before getting up, “I’ll make us a tea.”

Ghost can feel his eyes widen, thanking each and every fucking Reaper in his heart, “cheers.”

Rudy smiles at his sudden bout of energy. The man instantly shot up in Ghost’s ‘most favored’ list.

Gaz joins their little breakfast not soon after, probably summoned by the heavenly smell of Rudy’s tea. They go about eating quietly, Ghost observing the others sending worried glances at Soap every few seconds. It almost starts to irritate him.

He hates not knowing what’s going on. He hates seeing Johnny in this state, knowing it’s Ghost’s fault.

Ghost cradles the still-warm mug, now empty, when he sees little flashes of light appearing in the room. He tilts his head in confusion, following the little manifestations materialize into moths, the tiny beings of light lazily flying around.

He gets up, slowly walking closer.

“Ghost? Something wrong?” Gaz calls behind him with a mouthful of corn.

“Moths…” he absentmindedly murmurs, following the otherworldly insects to the couch, to Johnny.

He hears the others get up from their chairs, “what are you talking about, hermano? I can’t see any.”

The moths land on Soap, idly walking over his cheeks, his arms, making their way down to his fingertips. They barely react to Ghost’s presence.

Garrick steps closer to him, “I think you need to sleep, mate…”

Ghost ignores them, watching as bright wings leave colorful embers behind them. Just like in Limbo, just like in his Reaper’s realm.

One small moth reaches Johnny’s fingertip.

Flame rekindles on his index.

More moths join it, lighting his right hand back.

“Look, his hand!” Gaz exclaims behind him, “is he waking up?”

A moth lands on his left arm, swiftly crawling to his hand. Johnny’s skin starts glowing, the veins under the dark marks of Limbo illuminate behind the insect.

The radiant blood flows down the limb, and Ghost feels the air heating up unnaturally. A sort of primal fear makes him take a step back.

Soap’s left hand ignites.

Johnny screams.

Fire, white, wispy flames, climb his arm, Soap jumping up, lifting his arm away from him, face contorted in pain.

Ghost hears voices behind him yell, try to calm his Sergeant down.

The fire continues to grow, engulfing his back, and for a split second Johnny looks up at Ghost with a plea in his eyes.

They tell him, “Make it stop, Simon.”

Without thinking, Ghost steps forward, and grabs Johnny’s left hand with his right. He expects pain to burn through him, but…

Ghost’s hand burns, the white flames turning his glove into ashes. Yet he doesn’t feel a thing, beside warmth, a sensation that reminds him only of bright smiles and silly jokes.

Johnny stops screaming, tries to shake off Ghost’s hold, “Simon, stop! Yer hand-!”

The flames instantly dissipate into the air, the moths along with it, leaving tiny specks of light to float through the air between them.

Johnny’s stare whips from Ghost’s eyes to their hands, and he lifts them to look at how Ghost’s skin, scarred as it may be, is completely unharmed.

Gaz and Rudy walk around them, horror on their face morphing to confusion.

Johnny gazes at Ghost’s eyes, “you’ve taken light… that’s what it meant.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Garrick finally asks.

Soap’s eyes unfocus, his stare drifting to the ground, hand letting go of his, “Limbo changed us.”

Ghost sees him faltering, legs weak and unstable. He catches his shoulder, “let’s get you something to eat first, Johnny.”

Soap looks at him, eyes wide, nodding meekly.

“Want some tea, Johnny?”

His Sergeant levels him with the most offended stare Ghost has ever seen on his face, “...no.”

Ghost basks in the way his eyes soften as they gaze at each other, “your loss.”

Garrick, ever oblivious, slams his empty (third) mug of tea, “alright, you two need to explain what the fuck is happening before I go mad.”

They both avert their eyes to look at Gaz, Rudy joining after finishing up with the dishes. Ghost sighs internally.

He supposes they can start from the start, “revenants in Limbo aren’t usually able to use their powers. I haven’t killed any particularly strong ones, but even the ones that do… they can’t escape its victims.”

Gaz nods thoughtfully, “no one survives the void.”

“No one except Johnny.” Ghost looks at the flickering flames on Soap’s hands, one bright with yellows and oranges, the other white. “At first, he survived only because I brought him to my safe zone. It changed him a bit, making him see the hands that try to grab me in this world, but this time…”

Soap picks up when his throat clogs, “Ghost was too far fer me to reach. I entered Limbo, and the victims tried to kill me.”

“But they didn’t” Rudy hums with interest.

Johnny shakes his head, “I blew them up, I kept killin’ them, but one got me.” he lifts his left arm, showcasing the fingerprints wrapping around his skin, “Ghost took back Limbo right after, but something changed. My hand felt cold, my fire was… different.”

Ghost looks at the unnatural white fire, “it looks like what I use to protect myself in Limbo.”

Garrick’s brows shoot up, “you gave him some of your powers?!”

“They gave each other”, Rudy realizes, “the fire didn’t burn your hand.”

Ghost feels his Reaper’s voice echo through the recesses of his mind, ”we didn’t give. We stole.”

“How is that possible…” Gaz trails off.

Ghost wonders as well. It’s one thing that one trip to Limbo allowed Soap to see his victim’s pesky hands, but to actually change his physicality?

Despite being its ruler, Limbo hides many secrets from Ghost. A place designed to kill anyone on Earth, no matter how strong.

He looks at Johnny. A revenant designed to destroy anything, literally anything, he ever touches.

An immovable object, meeting an unstoppable force.

“What happened to you right before you woke up?” Gaz shifts in his chair, questions still not entirely answered, “Ghost said he saw moths, but we couldn’t see shit.”

Soap startles at the mention of moths, turning to Ghost, “ye see them??”

“Not just in this world, Sergeant. They were in my Reaper’s realm as well.”

Johnny frowns, “the patterns… like ladders… they’re from your Reaper?”

“Affirm.”

Soap exhales, brushing his messy warhawk off his forehead, “I met my Reaper. It told me Ghost took something from me, but I took something as well. It said… we did something to our Reapers.” flames flutter between deft hands, “they’re connected. And now, so are we.”

Ghost looks at his right hand, scarred and ugly, and unharmed by fire.

Connected. For the rest of their lives.

The concept doesn’t scare him like it probably should.

Rudy and Gaz take a few moments to process the information. “What happens if you go into Limbo now, Soap?” the Vaquero questions.

“I rather we not put it to the test.” Ghost crosses his arms.

If he could, Johnny would never see the void again.

Soap, however, has other plans, “I want to. We should know what changed.” he casts a challenging stare at Ghost.

Ghost, the fool he is, relents. As he always does when those blue eyes gaze upon him.

“We can focus about that later. Do any of you know where Graves could’ve gone with hostages?” he diverts the conversation before Soap can drag him outside to take his newfound powers for a test drive.

Everyone’s face instantly darkens, “we have a few locations he could use… the base is the first.” Rudy taps a finger on the table, before rising, “we should have maps here, I’ll go look through them.” he gets up and heads for one of the backrooms.

“I’ll go with you” Ghost starts.

Rudy turns his head back, smiling slightly, “unless you can read Spanish, hermano, I don’t think you can help much. Worry about these two pandejos, alright?”

The two Sergeants squick incredulously.

Ghost can feel eyes burning the back of his head. Once Soap wants something, he really doesn’t forget easily.

He reloads the rifle he’s been examining for the last 15 minutes, all while a certain Scot has been staring daggers, practically whining for him to send him to the fucking void.

Ghost almost does it to spite him.

Gaz comes back from the walk he went to, surveying the entire safe house and checking the vehicles. He plops down beside the other sergeant, and starts floating not soon after.

“Heard Graves say something weird before everything went to shit.” he muses out loud.

Soap huffs, attention finally leaving Ghost’s head, “aye? What did the wanker blabber about?”

“Said something about you and Verdansk.”

Ghost turns to see Johnny stiffens. He decides to let his assumptions out now, “Johnny…”

Soap looks frantically between them, a sort of desperation clouding his eyes, before he yields and sighs.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter if I tell ye anymore… ye probably already know, don’t ye?” he looks at Ghost with that last sentence.

The group is quiet while Soap collects his thoughts.

“Ye heard about the accident in Verdansk, six years ago?”

Garrick nods, and Soap’s shoulders sag in defeat, “my squad had a mission there. Capture a Kastovian deserter. Callsign “Konchar”.”

Fire travels up the back of Johnny’s hands, “he knew we were coming. I separated from the rest, had to go defuse a metric ton of bombs.” he laughs humorlessly, “they both killed me and saved my life. Konchar… killed the rest of my squad. My Reaper told me, before letting me be reborn.”

“You wanted revenge…” Gaz’s brows are turned upward, as he feels the pain of his friend.

Johnny nods his head weakly, “I was stupid. Blind.” his breaths are slow and heavy, “Konchar found me, after the explosion. He told me he won’t die today, and shot me in the head.”

Garrick blanches, “Bloody hell…”

“It couldn’t kill me, but…” Johnny’s breath hitches, memories fleeting past his unseeing eyes, “it fucked my heid. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t remember, all I knew was rage and bloodlust.”

His pupils shrink in face of the growing fire, “we fought like fuckin’ animals, nothing else mattered beside killing the other person. Konchar threw whole buildings at me, but I kept exploding them. Buildings full of civilians.”

Johnny’s hands shake, “he screamed that his Reaper warned him about this, and in the back of my mind I realized that’s why he killed my squad. He wanted to get to me.”

Gaz puts a hand on Soap’s shoulder, and Johnny’s face crumples, “I killed him. Exploded his fuckin’ heid. My brain regenerated, and I looked around, and the whole city was burning.”

His arms light up, “I fuckin’ murdered millions, do you understand?! I’m an atomic bomb. They wanted to use me, but what the fuck are you supposed to do with that much power?!” Johnny was shouting now, his entire body shaking, “so they let me on defusal! I blew myself up again and again, but it doesn’t fucking matter how many times I die, it doesn’t change the fact I’m still a FUCKIN’ MONSTER-”

Garrick pulls Soap, strong hands tucking his head to his shoulder, “you’re not a monster, Soap. You couldn’t control yourself, you were about to die again. You were alone.”

Ghost gets up to take Johnny’s left hand, letting white flames swirl around their joined arms.

“I don’t care what you did in the past, Johnny.” Ghost murmurs, feeling the hand in his squeeze, “maybe you were a monster, for a moment. But the man I see now, he’s not. You’re as human as we are.”

And none of them are human. But they pretend.

Johnny pulls his head away from Garrick’s shoulder, wiping his face with his right hand, “I’m sorry…”

They stay together, air warm, and Ghost feels like this is the last safe place on earth for them.

“You don’t need to apologize, Johnny. We start grieving every mistake we made, we won’t be able to get up to change our future.”

Soap gives him a watery smile, “always the wise one, aren’t you?”

Ghost sighs, pressing his fingers to white flames, “experience will do that to you.”

Rudy opens the door at that moment, eyes fueled by determination, gaze hard before he takes in the scene, “oh I’m sorry… am I interrupting something?”

Gaz shakes his head as Ghost says, “got any news, Parra?”

The Vaquero nods grimly, “I got the place. I know where Graves took them.”

Hope this cliffhanger doesn't cause you as much pain as the others haha

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